I don’t feel like eating. I feel like smashing things to bits. I don’t like believing that she doesn’t respect me. It’s so annoying to walk in there every day and have to look at her face – and smile. That’s the hardest part – smiling when I want to snarl and growl and punch her. But I can’t and I won’t, because that’s not what civilized people do.
People constantly tell us to speak our minds and be honest, but they also tell us that if we can’t say anything nice, we shouldn’t say anything at all. Well, isn’t that a bit hypocritical? They tell me to “have a good day,” but how can I when I have to look at her face all the time? How can I have a good day here? I would rather be doing anything other than looking at her. I’m like those bumper stickers that say I would rather be – 0h you fill in the blank – flying, surfing, swimming, reading, whatever. I think I would rather be twiddling my thumbs than to have to look at her one more day.
But, I have to pay my bills. I have to earn a living and take care of my family. She’s the boss and I have to look at her every single day if I want to get my paycheck, which by the way isn’t all that spectacular, but I guess it beats no check at all.
Looking at the boss